Her first, instinctive response at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, in an unfamiliar place, was to reach for her lightsaber, lying by her side as it had been before the flash of light that had heralded the change in location. Then his words registered, really registered, and the motion faltered as she looked at him. A doctor. However she’d come to be here, whoever, WHATever had brought her here... had dropped her right at the feet of medical assistance. Had it known? She stilled, studying him warily.

“Where am I?” she asked, voice ragged with pain and weariness. Force, she hurt, the numbness that had begun to settle over her had been burned away by her attempts to move, to stand. “Where’s Obi-Wan?”